af·fla·tus

[əˈflādəs]

NOUN

FORMAL

a divine creative impulse or inspiration.

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Reading is a Right for All!
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Reading is a Right for All!

So, when I hear someone say, "I don't read Queer books," what they're really telling me is... I partake in silencing minority voices because of my moral supremacy.

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BUNNY
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BUNNY

I hopped on the bed, willing myself to stay in character. Just one night. That's it. Just one night. I'll get paid and I'll never see him again. 

18+

Rated R

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Little Sea Crab
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Little Sea Crab

"What's love without punishment? What's pleasure without pain?" The captain slapped Myon's ass again and stepped back to see the entire view.

18+

RATED R.

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Rest.
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Rest.

The poor must continue to grind. We must continue to plow the metaphorical fields, break our backs and bruise our fingers picking cotton, and slave away at a 9-5 until the day we die.

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2024 Vison to Reality
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2024 Vison to Reality

By the end of the year, I want to be stable, running a successful business, not accepting bare minimums—neither from others nor from myself. I want to be centered, at peace, saving for my new dream car and a downpayment for my house. This year, I am not settling for less.

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Forgotten Echos
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Forgotten Echos

I turned to James, his hair was wet with thick blood, his throat slit, his smile wide, and eyes crazed.

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Don’t Cry Over Spoiled Grits
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Don’t Cry Over Spoiled Grits

In an effort to connect with my ancestors, I embarked on a culinary adventure, delving into recipes that resonated with my heritage. Among them, Shrimp and Grits held a special place in my heart. But little did I know that this seemingly simple dish would teach me a profound lesson about resilience and perseverance.

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The Many Sides of Depression
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The Many Sides of Depression

One motion, that’s all it took. One motion to reveal the filthy bathroom sink, shit-stained toilet, and the brown ring around the tub. Dust and dead skin covered the tile floors. Black balls of hair lined the baseboards.

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        A Tale of Hidden Treasure:               A Short Story
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A Tale of Hidden Treasure: A Short Story

There you were beautiful brown skin like the trees some unknown god had planted you in. Black hair with the universe reflected inside. You wore a green dress of flowing leaves, and if I looked closer, your hands were like a thousand tiny branches.

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The Man and the Moon
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The Man and the Moon

We all know I consider myself a vitreous freak-ho. I love God, the gospel, and I love getting dick. PeriodT, Sis. That being said, I have been praying and asking the question, “what do I lack? Why can’t I keep a man?”

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Sex Journey - Sex Then and Now
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Sex Journey - Sex Then and Now

So, as a woman, I learned to lie. If they ask you that age-old question, "How many guys have you slept with?" I would keep it as low as possible. I had to fake innocence and purity. The phrase "I've never done this before" was intended to boost a man's ego. It was also a way to protect myself from humiliation and shame by society's standards of purity.

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